Proof of the Sun King

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Dark clouds swirled in the sky, black mountains swayed, and ancient battlefields flew in chaos.

Blackfire Pass, the only way for the Greenskins to invade the Empire, is a big battle going on.

There are sounds of spell explosions everywhere in the sky with lightning and thunder. The wizards from the empire are having one after another spell duel with greenskin shamans and goblin shamans. When the imperial artillery roars. When it rang, the green-skinned trebuchets and goblin-throwing devices also fired at each other, each time ploughing deep trenches in the opposing army's formation.

"waaagh!"

"waaaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaaagh!"

Surging like the sea, majestic like mountains, endless like the stars, countless green-skinned armies rolled in from the Black Fire Pass. How many? There is no clear number of people, but everyone can only see from the line of sight, there is a vast, endless tide of green skin, swarming towards the human army.

At this time, Frederick rode a pure-blooded elf warhorse among the Blackrock Guards and the Noor Ironclad Army. The Baron took the reins of the warhorse and moved towards Jubal Fokker, the commander of the Noor Ironclad Army, who was standing behind him. Judge Noor Theodore Bruckner smiled and said: "As expected of a green-skinned guy, known as the tumor of the world, the cancer of the world, you look at the vast number, not to mention goblins, even if it is a green-skinned boy, It's as much as sea water, we are really the fine sand on the shore."

"We'll be the rock on the cliffs of the coast, my baron." Jubar Fokker, in his heart, just as Geert judged, had a little opinion on Frederick's "dog licking", but fortunately it was also like Guy As Walter judged, Frederick was young and energetic after all, and everyone could barely accept it.

"Rest assured, my baron, any enemies, I will tear them apart!" Justice Noor said coldly and calmly.

"Very good." Frederick looked at the big scene in front of him. Thousands of Orcs and the human army were on fire. The halberdiers and the pikemen formed a thick front. The charge was firmly suppressed on the narrow road in the canyon. The musketeers and crossbowmen continued to fire. The bombardment of the artillery fire swept across the field. The hundreds of meters of green skins were smashed to pieces in this salvo. The sound of the steam tank's cannons is so special, it's like sweet music, with rows of greenskins falling with every blow.

"waaagh! Give me a smash!" A group of green-skinned boys approached a steam tank with their weapons. They forcibly resisted the firepower of the small steam cannon on the tower and blasted the rough tomahawk on the thick steel plate. , with a bang, the weapon was ejected, and then, the steam tank retreated a little, and it was a pig leaping forward.

Seven or eight green skins were instantly engulfed by the steam tank's crawler, turning into a mass of muddy flesh and blood water mixed together!

The Imperial scouts and pistol cavalry had directed all the greenskins to the Blackfire Pass as much as possible, and the imperial army knew very well that if they did not stop the greenskin frenzy here, they would sweep through the whole of Ivey until the entire empire.

Unacceptable, absolutely unacceptable.

"Giants!" Several giants rushed into the battlefield under the shouts of the green-skinned warlords. They waved big sticks and swept the ground. The halberd hands of dozens of meters were blasted into the sky, and the provincial corps of the empire was terrified. Looking at the behemoth in front of him, in front of this giant, how fragile the human being is.

The giants hardly use any tactics. They only need to raise their big sticks and swept hard, and two or three rows of infantry will be blasted into the sky, and the human formation will become chaotic. At one time, human armies had to pay more casualties.

"Ultimate alchemy!" In the end, Galt appeared, the chief royal wizard raised his Wolan's staff, Pegasus swift silver streaked across the sky like a rainbow, the giant was concentrated by the metal torrent, and it clutched its legs in horror , the scorching golden molten stream engulfed its knees, cutting his body in two, and then Geert recited the spell again, and several golden retrievers appeared out of nowhere, tripping the giant to the ground: "Go up! Soldiers of the empire We! For the Emperor, for Holy Terra!"

"For Holy Terra!" The Eldrad guards rushed forward bravely, dozens of fine iron spears penetrated the giant's eye sockets and skull, killing the giant, and then the great alchemist waved his magic wand, a curtain of light. Shrouded the war, as the greenskins burst through the veil.

Ten Hell Wind Rapid Fire Cannons have been activated under the control of Nuer engineers, the barrels are rotating rapidly, and the pieces of fire are like meat grinders, blasting the green-skinned boys into slag.

Frederick studied in Noor for many years, and was well versed in the theory of fire superiority and cross-fire theory. Relying on the terrain of the cliff, he made the Musketeers cross the formation and deliberately released a narrow passage. When the greenskins thought they were looking for When the gap was finally able to fight with the human shrimps, what was waiting for them was the volley of the Nuer armored army. The pride of these Nuer opened fire like a violent storm, and the greenskins were firmly blocked. Not an inch.

A giant Anaknari queen roared forward, and the goblin shaman above was a small waaagh! Spell, a green light hit an empire captain, and the empire captain danced. The skin boy took an axe and sunk his helmet directly, a bright red liquid spilled along his forehead and face, and the captain of the empire fell to the ground immediately, and was then gutted and chopped into several pieces.

"Give me the musket!" Frederick grabbed a long-barreled rune gun from the squire, and the baron raised the gun, holding the scope, and two seconds later, pulled the trigger.

"Boom!" Two hundred meters away, the head of the goblin shaman exploded like a watermelon. With the excited cry of the human army, the Queen Spider lost command and was immediately engulfed by the flames of the artillery.

"Hold it!" Frederick threw the fire gun into the squire's arms, and then immediately shouted at the cannon gunner next to him: "The gun body is moved to the right by eight degrees and twenty minutes, and the elevation angle is moved up by one degree and eight minutes!"

"Yes!" The engineer immediately moved the cannon. He quickly turned the cannon's muzzle to adjust the elevation angle.

Next, the cannon opened fire, and the roaring solid rounds blew a distant goblin dive-bomb catapult into a tattered mass of iron.

"Godfather is back!" The battle in the sky came to an end, a flying dragon smashed into the green waves with injuries all over its body, and sent several green boys with a dozen goblins and a goblin wolf chariot. Smashed to pieces, the Greenskin Warlord fell at the same time.

But on the other side, the largest griffin in the empire, the claw of death is also crumbling. It stubbornly spreads its wings, allowing itself to land easily, and at the same time allowing the emperor of the empire, Karl Franz, to land safely.

"It's the godfather!" Frederick looked at his godfather. In a chaotic battlefield where hundreds of thousands of people were fighting at the same time, the claw of death was so conspicuous that the baron's face quickly turned bad: "Oh no, The claw of death is wounded!"

The emperor's best helper was obviously seriously injured, but in the eyes of everyone, it still landed smoothly. The giant beast blew a hurricane in the air and twisted and twisted for a while in the sky of the Black Fire Pass. After that, he finally landed successfully among the Rick guards. In the cheers and shouts of these loyal emperor guards crying with joy, Emperor Karl Franz just got off the griffin, and he was killed by Marshal Rick. Heilberg and the flag-bearer Schwarzhammer surrounded him.

The emperor was soaked in blood. He had just defeated a green-skinned warlord, but the opponent was obviously not the leading warboss, so the emperor's efforts only made the greenskins' offensive a little slower.

The emperor actually regretted it in his heart. He felt that he should not go out in person to fight the green-skinned warlord on the opposite side, who was riding a flying dragon, causing the death claw to be seriously injured. He is about to lose his best helper in this war.

"Your Majesty, how's the death claw?" Marshal Rick Kurt Heilberg asked the emperor. The death claw was loaded into the luggage cart, and it would set off immediately and be sent back to Brunswick by the emperor's attendants. gram to go.

"It must be able to fly again." Karl Franz tried to squeeze out a smile, but the emperor quickly realized how terrible he would be smiling now, so the emperor didn't try again, he just stretched out his hand to serve the attendant There was a big mug of ale, gulped it down, took the reins from the Rick Guard, and rolled over on his half-elf warhorse: "How's the battle, Curt?"

"We are resisting the invasion of tens of thousands of greenskins." Marshal Heilberg frowned: "The current situation is still within the grasp, our soldiers are all battle-hardened warriors, my army will As tenacious as steel, each of our men can fight one against five, and the greenskins may never realize that their lines are too dense for our fire to fail, and our artillery can find the best As long as we can hold our position at Blackfire Pass, let the greenskins come!"

After hearing this, the emperor felt a little comfort in his heart, and he immediately went to a high place to observe the situation.

The Nuer Army and Sol Army on the left wing are relatively easy, thanks to the incomparably terrifying firepower of the Nuer Army, the tenacious fighting style of the Sol leader and the endless piety spells of the great alchemist Geert, the green-skinned ones. The offensive was firmly contained.

The Rick army of the central army is still insisting. Two legions have already lost more than half, and five legions have suffered more than 30% casualties. However, thanks to the power of the steam tanks and the unremitting fighting of the Franz Guards, the morale of the imperial army is high. .

Here on the right wing, the protagonist is a powerful ogre mercenary. This is the famous mercenary of the Big Stomach Tribe. They accepted Marius's employment and fought for the Aiwei territory. The ogre headed by them The warlord wore an oversized jacket, trousers, and a gentleman's hat with an enlarged kite feather, which swept the weak green boy like a **** of war.

"I'm thinking that this big guy is so hot! Little guys, come with me." A big green-skinned guy greeted a large group of green-skinned boys, he raised his strong arms: "Let's go, we Let’s go, let’s go east and west, and don’t look back until we hit the south wall!”

"Phew~" General Big Stomach took a deep breath, and it spit out a large group of raging flames like a huge wave, blowing the entire group of greenskins into flaming residues.

"For the big stomach! For the sake of eating, eating, eating, eating!"

"For Big Stomach God!" The ogres marched forward bravely.

It was a very strange decision for Marius Lightdorf to let the ogre mercenaries take the lead, but at this time this decision received a miraculous effect. The leading army was given breathing room and room to reload. Twenty-eight cannons and fifteen mortars opened fire in unison at the order of Elector Marius' pigs. This salvo took out hundreds of greens. Skin.

"If we can persist like this, we will definitely be able to win the final victory." Heilberg is full of confidence.

The situation seemed to be favorable for the Imperial Army, but the Emperor was still frowning, and he asked Marshal Rick: "It doesn't look right, why are there only greenskin boys and goblins attacking us, and there are only giants and a small number of giant beast troops? Giant spider, where have the other elites gone? It is impossible for the greenskin army to make a base of 100,000 without the greenskin big guy, the greenskin war pig brigade, and even the black orcs."

"I don't know, maybe the greenskin elites are still on their way, or have turned to attack other places?" Heilberg shook his head, and Marshal Rick was always optimistic about the battle situation: "We are going to the Torrent Pass, Horn Fort, Eternal Peak and Eighth Fengshan has sent a letter of help, maybe the dwarves are at war with the greenskin elite."

"I hope so." The emperor was still worried, and he quickly said seriously: "Where is my Rick guard?"

"Right behind you!" Heilberg shouted loudly. Hundreds of Rick's guards were ready to go. They shouted in unison: "For Charlemagne, for the Empire, for Gael-Maraz!"

"What about Ivan and his griffon knights?" asked the emperor.

"They have already hidden in the forest over there, ready to attack the enemy line from the side at any time, waiting for your order, my majesty." Heilberg continued.

"Very good!" The emperor finally felt relieved. He knew very well that the heavy cavalry of the empire was not riding a good horse like Brittany. Hammer-anvil tactics, the imperial infantry regiments carried the line, consumed and attacked the greenskin through long-range firepower, and then used the Rick guard to bypass the flank and hit the rear of the greenskin side like a heavy hammer, and finally came through the side of the gryphon knight. Decide the battle.

The next few hours of fighting may be the Emperor's toughest since the Battle of the Bloodpines. The Imperial Army acts like a steel line of defense, holding back the Green Tide's onslaught, which rolls in like a flood. Come on, shouting a savage battle cry, the power of the gangster even overwhelmed the praise of the emperor Charlemagne, wave after wave of thousands of goblins and orcs fell, and the large-scale savage monsters attacked With well-trained Imperial infantry in formation.

Human armies are not just passively beaten. When the greenskins are held firmly by uniform pikemen, sword and shield soldiers or halberdiers, the musketeers behind the army line warmly welcome them with round after round of salvos. Guys, the flickering fire of the black powder and the loud sound of the explosion in the barrel are accompanied by the force of death of the bullets shot from the muzzle of the black hole, the goblins often scream back when they see the salvo, these guys who are afraid of death are afraid of death. Their bullet fear is not enough.

But the greenskin boys were hard to be frightened away by the muskets. They forcibly squeezed into the imperial army, and even when they were full of seven or eight spears, they still used machetes and axes to destroy the soldiers' crude breastplates and flesh. Cut into two pieces, the imperial soldiers at this time must support it hard, until the hammer and anvil tactics play, when the Hellstorm Rockets and Hellstorm Rapid Fire Cannons fire together, when the cannons, mortars and the pigs cry of the Elector Marius. When the chorus roars, the greenskin's offensive will be temporarily interrupted.

At this time, the emperor will quickly issue orders, and the foot knights and great swordsmen will quickly outflank from the flanks, completely destroying the greenskin troops that are still entangled with the imperial front.

The arrival of the Nuer army made the Empire's firepower advantage so obvious that, hours after the battle, all Greenskin's long-range war machine positions had been completely destroyed.

Frederick's artillery genius was on full display in this battle. The terrifying baron could directly issue orders for the artillery to adjust the shooting angle solely by visual judgment and mental arithmetic. "Heavy Punch" shattered the head of a river troll under the Baron's own ignition.

"For the Golden Throne! For the Holy Terra!" Great alchemist Galt brought his alchemy apprentices to cast spells around the battlefield. Metal torrents rolled, and pieces of flames, meteorites, and lightning fell on the green-skinned army formation. Among them, the imperial wizards used very dangerous spells. Many imperial soldiers were unfortunately hit by their own spells and turned into ashes, minced meat, coke or fairly complete corpses, but there is no doubt that the green skins suffered more casualties. The big waaagh that kept appearing on the battlefield from the beginning! Spells and little waaagh! There are fewer and fewer spells, which means that the great alchemist has mastered the initiative of the battle, at least at the level of magic.

A few hours later, the greenskin's attack continued, and the imperial army began to wear out. The soldiers who had come by force only felt their legs as heavy as lead, and their weapons could hardly be lifted.

Legion after legion fell, engulfed by the greenskins, one by one organized armies were wiped out, and the corpses of humans and greenskins were stacked together, almost becoming a solid fence.

At this time, only the emperor himself rode a war horse through the army, loudly boosting morale, and telling the soldiers that no matter how big the empire is, there is Brunswick behind us.

Leadership +8!

The imperial army was struggling to hold on as it crumbled.

But the greenskins also began to lose morale. These crazy beasts have left tens of thousands of corpses in the Blackfire Pass. After hours of hard fighting, the goblins were timid and refused to move forward. The greenskin boys began to Feeling boring, they have been attacking for several hours, but they have not entered the vast and fertile plains to burn and loot as promised by the boss.

Maybe bro Mao did not bless the war?

The observant emperor immediately realized the chance of victory~www.wuxiamtl.com~ He felt that it was almost the same. Under his order, more than 500 Rick guards all turned over, and there were thousands behind them. The Imperial Knights were ready to go, just as the Emperor was hesitant to call out the Griffin Knights hidden in the nearby groves to end the battle.

At the other end of the Black Fire Pass in the afternoon, a louder horn sounded.

The uproar came from the east.

Under the leadership of more than 800 green-skinned war pig gangsters, five green-skin gangster legions and three black orc legions are joining the battlefield at an extremely fast speed!

Behind them, two giant stone statues with a height of 20 to 30 meters are stepping into the black fire pass in a way that goes against common sense.

It is the legendary hairy megalith!

Before waiting for the emperor to take a breath, in front of the more than 800 green-skinned war pigs, the green-skinned warlord dominated this giant waaagh! The green-skinned warboss finally appeared. It was taller and as strong than Ryan's brother Angron. It was the largest warboss the emperor had ever seen. He saw the ferocious giant war pig under it. Hanging the still bleeding head of a Styrian general, the great green-skinned warlord raised the huge battle axe above his head in a roar and a battle cry and swung it vigorously, a pig charging ahead.

"waaagh!"

"waaaaaaaaaaagh!"

"Little ones! Your boss is here, I'm Vorgaz-Ironjaw! Clash with me! Crush this group of shrimps to death! Let's enter!"

"Entry! Entry! Entry!"

The entire battlefield was enveloped in some kind of green energy, and all the greenskins were ecstatic and furious.

Morale is back!

Brother Mao is watching us!

"To **** Brother Mao and Brother Mao, Waaagh!"

This is the greenskin's counterattack!